“Are we desperate to be in a relationship?” Dillon asks.
“Isn’t everyone? No one wants to be alone.”
“We can never be alone.”
“Not when we are together.”
* * * *
“Let’s get away. A vacation,” Jason says, lying in Dillon’s muscled, right arm after their heated round of sex. “Just you and me. What do you say?”
“Sounds fun, and nice. Where are you thinking?”
“Somewhere near the equator. Far away from Bitter.”
“Noted,” Dillon says, kissing Jason’s forehead. “Let me work on it.”
Dillon doesn’t promise things that fall through. He’s not a man that provides false hope. In other words, he’s not a bullshitter. If he says he’ll work on planning a trip somewhere near the equator, he’ll do it.
“Even Florida will be nice. A beach, some sun. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Noted…again,” Dillon replies. “I’ll see what I can do.”